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Rambling, I’ve got Rambling
My mind is like a pressure cooker just waiting to explode that is why it needs lots of meditation, lots of alone time, lots of unfrenzied external stimulus. I’ve always been the sort of person who could go crazy all by myself with only a pencil in my hand. I’m finding that unquietness alarming sometimes when I listen to the dialogue in my head from a distance (hard to do). Last night I dreamt that…
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Leaf blower
I’m sitting up here in my office trying to work and the leaf blower is doing a surround sound number on my head that makes me want to take a bucket of hot water and throw it on him because I have all these calls to make but can’t because of the noise. Not my leaf blower mind you but my neighbors on all sides!
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Elizabeth Taylor RIP
The violet eyed siren of all sirens has died. What incomparable beauty! She and my mom are probably dressing up in their kitten heels and feathers and having a grand old time (cocktails in hand).
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Bent, but not broken
Matt Clark, the guitar teacher who teaches the kids at the Sound Cafe Music Clinic, wrote a song called Bent, But Not Broken in homage to New Orleans. He’s gotten an all star cast to perform and record the song: Ivan Neville, Paul Sanchez, Sista Teedy Boutte, and many more. All proceeds for the song will be donated to Silence is Violence. You can download the song from iTunes – it’s just 99 cents off.…
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Remaking my terrace
After years of avoiding my work space when not working, I am now trying to embrace the space. For instance, I had my neighbor who is an artist with wood make my beautiful writing table. All of the succulents that were part of Tatjana’s garden have now climbed up to the terrace to make our yard more kid friendly and to give these plants a hotbed to thrive in. I worked in a closet on…
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Plant orgy at the LaLa
Let’s see, there was the initial landscaping of the LaLa that got pretty much half blown away in Gustav and then in the subsequent snow we had that winter (wasn’t it that winter?), then I replanted, and then there was the next round of landscaping done mostly by me where I lost about half of the plants to a streak of freezes we had last and this past winter, and now this year, Marcela Singleton,…
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The story we tell ourselves
Tin lays in bed at night and has his plush toys speak for him – “Superdome?” “Yes!” “Marching Band. Louis Armstrong. DRUMS!” “Oh no, fell down. Trumpet.” “Trombone. Tuba!” This morning for breakfast he sat in his high chair and told us an intricate story about Louis Armstrong, the Superdome, falling down on the bayou, milk, and a flute. He looks at us like there is something wrong with us for not understanding his narrative.…
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It’s one mistake not many
We were speaking about the indiscretion – five long years and how one could tell so many lies. I said not many, but one. It is not easy to tell a lie, but once you do, you are faced with the ugliness of owning the lie or telling one after another to cover up the original one. To forgive five years of lying, you have to be strong enough to forgive the first lie. And…
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Wisdom for the ages
The strongest natures, when they are influenced, submit the most unreservedly; it is perhaps a sign of their strength. -Virginia Woolf, writer (1882-1941)